Ohhhh, I love to conjugate!
Well, it all depends on which part of my linguistic community you sample.
Amongst the tweaking, meth cooking, ammonium nitrate stealing good ol' boys who skulk through the Shawnee National Forest, the response would be, "It's like I done told y'all before. I said to the dude, "That's no blow - and I know it, cuz I done a whole mountain of blow in the past six months - that's just baby powder.' And then I pulled out my can of Whoo Pass, opened it, and put the boots to him!"
Consulting the 40-mph-top-speed-on-any-highway crowd of pre-senile blue hairs who take over the restaurants on Senior Citizens Day, you would find it to be, "Well, the last time I was able to properly snow blow was before we moved down to this area. Let's see . . . my favorite time was when I blew snow during the blizzard of '97, when they had that run on snow shovels at Lowe's and all my neighbors were trapped in their houses. You see, it all started when...."
And, of course, you would want to consult the crowd of sportbike posers who stand around in their oh-so-shiny leathers and sip decaff, soy-milk-only, Cafe Americanos in the parking lot outside the Barnes & Noble (with its oh-so-trendy Starbucks) next to the University. They would tell you, "Hey, if you're riding at least a 1098R when you try to keep up with us, then you'll just go home crying. Ask these guys about the dude on the MV Augusta that we took turns passing last week on all the sand and gravel twisties out by Devil's Kitchen. By the time we got through with him, he looked like he had been snow blowed!"
So, you see, there isn't just one correct answer!